20/20

Looking back
it is easy to see
as they say
hindsight is 20/20.
I delighted in fire
flame
burning debris
still wonder
how I did not burn that place down?
Vicious words
pelting down
tearing
rending
piercing
exposed flesh.
I need time
time to adjust
to come to terms
with yet another aspect
of my past
my history.
Rage
inferior
tagged to be little
never was I important enough.
Looking back
I can finally see
veil torn from my eyes
the monster before me.
There was no love.
There was no pride in me.
I was superfluous
an afterthought
a child weaned on fear
disgrace
disregard
left to herself
her own care.
Heart torn
rent
beaten flat
left to defend
shield
armor myself
for yet another blow
another hit
another hurricane
blowing me apart.
Sept. 25/18
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Safe Haven

It has been said
more than once
that getting to know me
understand me
see beyond me
is a challenging feat.
I seal my lips
asking question
after question
so I need not answer yours.
I fear to open up
panic to think
I must let anyone in
for should they realize
the darkness
the terror
the pain
that I keep buried inside
they weill cease to love me.
How can that be?
People who are meant to love me
have walked away
ran
from me
when the dark came out to play.
leaving me bereft
alone
disheartened.
although with you
I am beginning….
to talk
to share
to show my depth
for within you
within your arms
I have found a safe haven.
Sept. 24/18
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Promises

Eyes weeping blood
face shrouded in pain
lips twisted with broken desires
her back bent again.
He promises each time
that it will be his last
sobbing
grasping
hugging her around the waist.
She strokes his head
whispers soft assurances
knowing
fearing
that it will happen again.
No matter how obsequious
no matter if dinner is made
his whisky in hand
as she waits at the door.
The fist will lash
cracking bones
the boots will strike
head bouncing off the floor.
Still she waits
she fears
for should she leave
he will hunt her down
killing her for real this time.
Sept. 23/18
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Let Us Sin

Music swells
bodies move on the street
colorful floats
women dressed in diamante
hips moving
swaying
siren’s call to sin.
Strangers becoming friends
lovers
dancing
grinding
time for all to have fun.
a week of desires
fun
wilding
before the beginning of lent.
Pious
in faith
in dress
kneeling before the priest
confessing
smiling in secret
knowing that the dance will begin again.
Sept. 22/18

Clowny

Clowns maurading in the streets
blood dripping
gore hanging
from blades gripped in fists.
Screams
whistles
cat calls
so rude
how they communicate.
A language
unlike any known to mankind
spoken by a select few
while the rest of the population
stares on in horror
fear
disgust.
Tis like a circus
watching caged freaks
only these are sordid clowns
in backrooms
under tables
making deals that cannot be undone.
Decision making
done by dancing clowns
no knowledge required
only the certainty
the presumption
the duress
that all bow down to the higher power
for Clowny knows best.
Sept. 21/18
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My Fault

I first saw him
standing along the shoreline
quiet contemplation
handsome brow
lean physique.
I slowly walked by
furtitive glances from beneath my lashes
wondering if he noticed me
at all?
I found the courage
the ability to say hello
though my voice cracked
my hands trembled
I stuttered over my tongue.
We talked
listened
heard the stories
each had to tell
so smart
intelligent
caring
he had me fooled.
Waters painted golden
blood red
by the setting sun
he turned to me
tender smile….
pushing me back
he ripped my clothing
telling me it was all my fault.
With tears on my cheeks
I stared beyond his heaving shoulder
my infatuation destroyed
savaged
murdered
as the misdeed went on.
Sept. 20/18
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Recruiting New Pirates

Arg the Captain wants me to explain the duties in such a way as to cause a mass sign up of new pirates. Hopefully I am not going to scare any off potential candidates.

The life a of pirate is one of hard work but oh the benefits make it all worth it.

Dollops of rum every day. Booty. Treasures. Everyone is afraid of you. We carry big swords. Small Stilettos.

Running up the rigging, cleaning blood stains off the deck at least I do not have to cook. There would be no crew left if I did that. Mostly, I get to sand and remove the blood stains that I tend to make (from others not myself) as the Captain loves a clean ship.

Our crew is often up to hijinxs and laughter. We spend our days sailing the seas, boarding ships that try to outrun us (not that they can) and nothing is as fun yanking down the fake flag we have and replacing it with the Jolly Roger.

Come and join us. The Merry band of Pirates that we are. I promise you will find it fun.

In response to: International Talk Like a Pirate Day Recruitment Drive.